Post by luceluna on May 25, 2002 1:48:47 GMT -5
The stars wait, fat as eyes.
The mist, fresh in my bones, is calling;
My ears follow lines of crumpled breath.
Resting, you tense outwards.
I smell skin on my hands, elsewhere, and
Your fingers curled into my mouth.
Your neck is perfect;
I clasp your tender, throbbing chest.
There is stillness, away through your
Face fire in your smile.
Already, entwined through the fields,
Rocks and structures dent the earth,
Colliding, lining the fog with grey.
The mist, fresh in my bones, is calling;
My ears follow lines of crumpled breath.
Resting, you tense outwards.
I smell skin on my hands, elsewhere, and
Your fingers curled into my mouth.
Your neck is perfect;
I clasp your tender, throbbing chest.
There is stillness, away through your
Face fire in your smile.
Already, entwined through the fields,
Rocks and structures dent the earth,
Colliding, lining the fog with grey.
